How free from the
taint of the world was every shrub and flower! I thought that a poet had
laid him down and dreamed, and awaking and stealing away, had left his
dream behind."
"That so? And right up on the hill from whar you crossed the river thar
lives the old feller they tell the tale about. Many years ago when thar
come along a gover'ment surveyor, a changein' the line between North
Caroliny an' Tennessee, he dragged his chain through the old feller's
house, putting one room in one state an' lettin' the other room stay in
the state it was. 'Wall,' says the old feller, beginnin' to move his
bed over into the tuther room, 'reckon I'll sleep over here as North
Caroliny ain't very healthy nohow,' an' he did till years atterwards
another chain proved that he was mo' than fifty miles over in Tennessee
an' then his health improved might'ly. I'm glad you like our part o' the
country, ma'm."
"Anyone to know the dark side of life as I do, Mr. Starbuck, must revel
here. There are no sneers among the trees, and the tears that fall from
the flowers are tears of joy and not of sorrow.
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